We hear the sound of fluttering wings,
and wonderings of who am I?
thoughts of brotherhood, and
saying good-bye,
to homes, and hello to new friends.
Dreaming under grieving skies...
Drifters welcome us
to "Come on in"

We beg off sleep and heartache,
welcome shivers down our spines,
to see sights and senses..smiles
through a curtain lit by daybreak..
to watch toads and silkies under
summers gentle sky. We even have castles
with treacherous slopes to climb,
and when your done, a cup
of aromatic coffee and time
to bath in our moonglow with almond oil
whislt reading a sonnet. Or you can watch the fog
drip from leaves, moths fly to the moon,
spy bee's and butterflies
searching for nectar as you go thru..
wandering.

This garden grows white blossoms,
yellow beeplants,lavender, heather and rose
and woven silken thread..Oh,
there's always new seeds being sewn..
As friends tarry together on green grassy slopes,
Meet Juliette, Don Quixote, Romeo,
and witches and fairies, fishermen
from the west coast, and in hiding
tinkers, tailors, soldiers and spies.
(Not making it up..that's right!)

Though some of us shiver in the evening air
And though it rains and snows, and the north
wind blows.. there is warmth here.
see it all, for here is the meeting of minds
in full bloom. This is our poetry,

b our springtime
in the garden at Callahan's.

I Love This Place!

-- (BURROSE) 04/06/01